Date: 1789

"Deceiving gold was once my only toy, / With it my soul within the coffer lay"

— Chatterton, Thomas (1752-1770)

Date: 1789

"A different store his richer freight imparts-- / The gem of virtue, and the gold of hearts; / The social sense, the feelings of mankind, / And the large treasure of a godlike mind!"

— Brooke, Henry (c. 1703-1783)

Date: 1803

"What though Astrea decks my soul in gold, / My mortal lumber trembles with the cold;"

— Chatterton, Thomas (1752-1770)

Date: 1803

"How shall I touch his iron soul with pain, / Who hears unmoved a multitude complain?"

— Chatterton, Thomas (1752-1770)

Date: 1803

"Sermons, though flowing from the sacred lawn, / Are flimsy wires from reason's ingot drawn."

— Chatterton, Thomas (1752-1770)